Chapter 1727 Knowledge

Time goes back a few days, the day after the 'supply' class supply ship was lost.

The city of Seattle is in chaos. There are many sentry posts, military and police rampant, and the citizens are panicked. Only Zhou Qingfeng continued to wander around the city as if nothing had happened - Ali Baba would not leave in a hurry after entering the treasure house of the Forty Thieves, would he? Uncle Zhou has to stay for a few more days if he is sloppy.

But from Boise to Seattle, Zhou Qingfeng had Franklin's wife and daughter by his side. The two women stuck to Uncle Zhou's side like honey, and as a result, Rachel, whose relationship improved a little, distanced herself from him with a cold face.

The two women of the Franklin family were well-known within the fraternity, and Zhou Qingfeng had no interest in them. It's just that they insisted on following, and Zhou Qingfeng had no choice. He could only use the excuse of fulfilling his clergy obligations, and cheekily stick to Rachel's charitable actions.

Wives and Mothers continue to make public charitable donations in Seattle, but the momentum is much smaller and the attitude is much more sincere. She no longer gives lectures or anything, but plans to build a long-term rescue organization relying on the church. Uncle Zhou is responsible for making complaints from the sidelines...

"The relief organization should be an organization with strict supervision and low profit. Relief cannot be used to cultivate lazy people, let alone cultivate 'uncles'. For those who are able to work, incentive measures should be taken, and relief with work is the way to go." the best.

Even if some work does not meet the wishes of the rescued, it must be enforced. The basic principle of the rescue is "labor creates people", if it is not possible, let people farm the land, in short, they should not be too idle. Relief cannot be turned into a means for some people to get rich, let alone the Holy Mother bitch. "

Rachel deliberately found a quiet corner near the church, and discussed with several priests the rules and regulations of the rescue organization. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng running over, she acted as if she hadn't seen him, neither welcoming nor chasing him. But as soon as Uncle Zhou came up, he slammed the organization formation specification that she had written for a long time.

"Why do you write so many good wishes? You are not making a report, but implementing detailed rules."

"If you only write about the effort and don't write about the return, this matter is destined to not last long."

"Don't think too much about human nature. Sometimes holding a big stick can better 'reach a consensus'."

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's nonsense, the two women of the Franklin family behind him immediately applauded and expressed their admiration, thinking that what he said couldn't be better—an amazing idea!

Several priests who participated in the preparation of the organization were all stunned—are these really saints and saints? This is clearly the devil and the angel.

Only Rachel dared to give Zhou Qingfeng a stern look, not bothering to talk to this lunatic, she continued to build the rescue organization she wanted according to her own ideas. On the contrary, the two women of Franklin's family seemed to be interested in this institution, and they came together to offer ideas.

Zhou Qingfeng was excluded but temporarily relieved. He walked out of the church alone, walked a few hundred meters along the street outside, and casually walked into a coffee shop on the side of the road.

In broad daylight, there were not many people in the shop. The waiter came up to ask what he needed, but Zhou Qingfeng asked back after sitting down, "Can you chat with me casually?"

The waiter was a tall and thick white man, he was obviously just an ordinary person, and he couldn't recognize Zhou Qingfeng's identity. For the sake of the big tip, he brought Zhou Qingfeng a cup of instant coffee and a plate of cake, and sat opposite Zhou Qingfeng.

"I haven't seen an Asian for a long time." The tall and strong waiter lit a cigarette and said.

"Why? Are they all dead?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Many died, and the rest fled to some unknown area." The waiter shrugged, expressing that he didn't know much about it.

"But you should be able to come back now, right? There are more job opportunities, more supplies, and social stability." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Hehehe..." The waiter still shook his head, he puffed out a cigarette and said, "Apartheid, competition for survival, crisis of reproduction. This is how the government promotes it. In fact, not only Asians, but also Africans and Hispanics ,

They were all evicted.

The government said at the beginning that this was to give priority to white people, but in fact white people were also divided into different classes in the end. I believed the propaganda at first, and only a small number of people can get priority. "

"Seattle enforced racial segregation?"

"It's not just Seattle, it's the whole fraternity. It's kind of an unspoken rule, an unspoken rule that exists."

The messenger's words revealed a lot of information. In order to survive the nuclear winter, the Brotherhood of Steel, which is dominated by whites, decided without hesitation to allocate all resources to whites as much as possible. Other races became inferior, excluded.

Unorganized African-Americans and Hispanics were quickly deported or enslaved. Asians were better able and organized, but their numbers were too small to flee or be marginalized.

But this policy has not benefited all white people. When power and resources begin to concentrate, this trend will be irreversible. No one will easily share everything they have with others, and the result is that white people start to bully white people.

The waiter sighed: "Everything in the city belongs to a certain big man, even this coffee shop. Ten percent of the rich and powerful control 90 percent of the wealth, and those high-ranking rulers also made laws to prohibit the bottom people challenge their authority."

The gap between the rich and the poor, the solidification of the class.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his chin. This situation existed before the cataclysm, and it was a characteristic of the United States. In contrast, flower growers are much better off, at least to go to a good university and find a good job will not require a letter of recommendation from a congressman.

"Do you have a gun?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The waiter flipped his shirt casually, revealing a .38 caliber revolver around his waist.

"Want to resist?"

"I just have guns, but the government has guns."

Now Zhou Qingfeng and the waiter both laughed, wryly.

The waiter continued: "This was the case in the past, and it is the same now, and it has even worsened. At least in the past, I could find women who were willing to marry me, but now I can't even find any women. The superior can easily have a bunch of mistresses, but The lower class doesn't even have a brothel.

This society is sick, but few people are willing to change it. do you know? I hate the Aurora Legion, because the Legion's trade helps the Brotherhood maintain its rule. In the past, there were people who wanted to stand up and resist because they couldn't live on, but now that their lives are better, fewer people are willing to work hard.

And the church started to lie again. For a while, no one listened to the priest's nonsense, and now some people went to the church to pray. What a bunch of ignorant and ignorant people. "

Perhaps it was Zhou Qingfeng's special identity as an Asian, which made the waiter open up the chatterbox. When he got excited, he pounded the table vigorously and vented his dissatisfaction with the society and the government loudly. And Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the coffee shop silently after hearing his complaints. Outside the store, Wen Tianyu was waiting for him.

"This guy has some truths, reflecting the real thoughts of the bottom of society. But..., go and inform the police in Seattle, there is an anti-government activist here.

His thinking was too dangerous, too dangerous. " Zhou Qingfeng, who walked out of the coffee shop, said to Wen Tianyu, "I don't like this kind of people either, they are out of control. "

Wen Tianyu was taken aback for a moment, glanced at the tall waiter in the coffee shop who was clearing the table, and wrote down his appearance.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Wen Tianyu again, "What do you need from me?"

Wen Tianyu reported at Lizhenghui: "You asked me to investigate the status of the Masonic Navy ships. I would like to make a preliminary report to you, especially about the situation of the aircraft carrier."

"Oh..., I'm waiting for the news."